steven luneau

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The body sits at rest as the mind wanders
It entertains and oft explains
The matters we wonder....we dream about
The things that stir us and keep us sane
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One sits in a small room in a chair listening to soft music alone in thought;
Another sits in a smokey piano bar sipping and tipping;
One more across town in a parking lot letter in hand tears in their eyes;
And another at their kitchen table just receiving the news of the loss of a
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Remember how when asking God to Bless America
Its like asking a parent to do well by their child
And that well might just be through discipline
No child wishes to hear that..... unruly and wild
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I was a child..
Grew up foolishly
became an adult wiser
and now sit ripened
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I've an ache inside and it will not go away;
I cry in silence nothing to display.;
no one can hear
so i reach, to no one there
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Pleasant dreams, pleasant dreams
Voices in the head begin to scream
Tossing and turning the midnight hour
Churning for slumber, rest is sour
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Sometimes the moment arises and you know its time...
To set words down and express the rhyme
Sometimes its a feeling or nudge to express
Those who have experienced it can say yes
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I remember friend your presence;
How you encouraged my heart.
Your drive drove me whenever down;
Always lifting from the start.
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I sat near waters; flowng softly cleansing..soothing it freshened me;
but i didn't know why.
Waters I speak not physical but of a spiritual nature an inner washing
musing upon Gods word spoken.
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